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title: Spittle
genre: verse

project:
    title: Elegies for alternate selves
    css: elegies
    order: 22
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      link: shipwright
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      link: squirrel
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My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.  \
When you turn away from me, my thought is broken \
and forms anew with something else.  Ideas are drool.  \
Beauty has been slobbered over far too long.  [God][] \
is a tidal wave of bodily fluid.  Even the flea has some \
vestigial wetness.  We live in a world fleshy and dark, \
and moist as a nostril.  Is conciousness only a watery-eyed \
romantic, crying softly into his [shirt-sleeve][]?  Is not reason \
a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory?  \
I want to kiss the world to make it mine.  I want to become \
a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.

[God]: howithappened.html
[shirt-sleeve]: lovesong.html